An Old Session

I discovered that an administrative error had caused The Diary’s site to go down. I was able to recover it, and in doing so I updated a few little things. But The real gem was listening to this particular ‘session’ that I put together one evening. My favorite section is when the phone rings, and…

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Catharsis.

I awoke and told myself that I would track vocals to three songs this morning. One I awoke with in my mind, but wondered how the fuck I was going to sing it.. What mood did I have to put myself in to revisit those emotions? And the other is 169bpm. Both of them are…

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Truth

There are several kinds of love. One is a selfish, mean, grasping, egotistical thing which uses love for self-importance. This is the ugly and crippling kind. The other is an outpouring of everything good in you — of kindness and consideration and respect — not only the social respect of manners but the greater respect…

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Progress is messy.

My fingers hurt, and the palms of my hands feel weathered. The first 6 have been under-painted, and the work was chemically transferred to the wood. Now comes the wait. A few hours. Then I reveal whether I succeeded or failed in this very important steps. I’m trying not to think about what I will…

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My Top 10 Books Of All Time

My numbering them does not make one book more important than another. And although I love books on esoteric subjects and mysteries of the world and our universe.. I’ve excluded them from this list. These are the 10 fictional books I would try rescuing from a fire… 1. Green Mansions (William Henry Hudson) – It…

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Anything Box @ Red Velvet | Part 1 The club was beautiful. It was hard not to want to stay there and shoot. And shoot and shoot. Red, gold and black was everywhere, and in my mind it felt like both a place of wondrous debauchery while echoing a 1920s classicism. These photographs do not…

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little tight dress | a pop song

little tight dress put that little tight dress on tonightall we have is hours before the endi will hold you close, your skin to mineput that little tight dress on tonight we will walk the moonlit sand in handwatching as the sea takes all the landmaybe in a dream that never stopsthe water raining down…

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Robots and more robots…

The location is an abandoned hospital in the middle on nowhere. There are stories I make up about this place when I visit it. It’s name is unknown to me. Sound is absent. Neverville is as close as I have ever been to walking the streets of the world after it had moved on. These…

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